Alexander sat at a wooden table and looked at Viscount Herva across from him.

Since being caught by Viscount Herva that day, Alexander, who originally thought he needed to explain something, unexpectedly saw that his son seemed to have forgotten about the events of the previous night, and looked at the Viscount as if nothing had happened, Alexander did not think that he had amnesia, but also chose to remain silent very tacitly.

However, the Viscount took the opportunity to introduce his niece to Alexander, and Alexander immediately told the Viscount that he had a fiancée.

Viscount Herva was somewhat upset by this somewhat unexpected fact, but he did not regret sending Morco away, for he would not allow his niece to marry the son of an ordinary knight even without Alexander.

Although this knight used to be his best friend.

However, because of this small accident, the viscount took the opportunity to show enough kindness to Alexander, and as for why he did it, of course, both sides knew it.

Because of this, Alexander simply made his request to him very clearly, and at the same time, it was also a condition for helping the viscount.

"I need soldiers," Alexander remembered the look on the Viscount's face when he said the words a few days ago, and although he knew that it might cause Helva to be upset, he still said, "I need to recruit the locals, I can give them good training to train them to be qualified soldiers, and it is also important to you, we all know that many people are interested in the throne of the King of Bosnia." ”

"Earl, I hope you can help me, but I don't know if I should offer you my people in exchange," Viscount Helva hesitated, he couldn't help but have some concerns, thinking that there would be a foreign ** team to take root in his country, even if it was an alliance, he hesitated for a while, "You must know that the locals are very strong, I can't guarantee that they will listen to you with a single order, in fact, even those peasants' own lords are often resisted by them." ”

Alexander nodded slightly, believing that it was not that Viscount Herva was deliberately prevaricating, but that the mountain people of the Balkans could indeed be said to be the most unruly in Europe.

It may be hard to imagine that a group of peasants with all kinds of rudimentary weapons or even simply farm tools dressed up as "the conqueror" of Muhammad II, but considering that the descendants of these peasants also defeated a more formidable enemy than the Ottomans a few hundred years later, Alexander was even more interested in these Balkan mountain peoples.

"The most suitable soldier." This is Alexander's assessment of the Balkan mountain people, fierce, and almost stubbornly tough, these mountain people have an unruly character and a terrifying fighting ability, which makes Alexander even somewhat fascinated by them.

What kind of surprises an army of such soldiers would bring to him in the future, Alexander felt that it was entirely worth looking forward to.

As for Viscount Herva's remark that the unruliness of the mountain people was difficult to master, Alexander did not think it was a difficult thing to do.

"Viscount, as I said before, I just need you to provide me with the news of the mountain people who are rebelling against the Ottomans."

Although the locals were brave, Alexander did not think favorably of them, and in fact the Ottomans' attempts to control the Balkans were met with unexpected obstacles, but they continued to develop steadily, especially with the implementation of a series of powerful policies of the Bayezid Sultan, the Balkan rebellion was gradually contained, and eventually the Balkans became one of the most powerful vassals of the Ottomans in Europe.

For this result, Alexander did not think that he could change his current self, the Ottoman Empire was too powerful, and in the face of this behemoth, which almost had to rely on the whole of Europe to resist and resist, Alexander did not arrogantly think that he could stop this giant with his strength.

In this case, he might as well think more about himself and get the greatest benefit at this time.

What do you get by helping Helva? Alexander pondered the question, and the answer was simple: the Balkan soldiers he had always hoped for.

With strong soldiers and plenty of troops, Alexander felt that he should get more out of his trip to Hungary.

According to Viscount Helva, Alexander sent his emissaries to the surrounding villages, and he needed to let the local peasants know of their arrival, and even more importantly, to make them understand that they were "friends" of their lord.

However, the viscount was obviously not optimistic about Alexander's move, and in Helva's opinion, although the peasants were brave, they could not be qualified soldiers because of their natural temper, and even on the battlefield these people might find more trouble than the enemy.

And just a few days ago, news reached the camp about a local attack on a group of Ottomans from a village.

When the news came that the local mountain people had not only robbed a shipment of taxes to Belgrade, but had also killed a dozen Ottoman soldiers who had been escorting them, Alexander sensed Herva's obvious nervousness.

"The Ottomans will not rest on their laurels, and by doing so they are pushing us all under the Ottoman sword."

Helva's angry shouts broke through the door so far that it could be heard from afar.

What made the viscount even more disturbing was that the villagers of that village seemed to have tasted the sweetness of the attack, and they even publicly stated that they were going to rob the Ottoman convoy again.

Herva immediately decided to send someone to warn the people of the village not to act rashly, but as he said, the villagers were not polite even to the lord.

The warnings were ignored, and the messengers were even expelled from the village.

This caused Herva to rage again, and Alexander sensed that his opportunity seemed to have come upon him upon hearing the news.

"Viscount, I believe that the villagers will become more obedient after this lesson," Alexander comforted Herva, who was still in a bad mood even after a few days, "I believe that the villagers have tasted the pain now, and soon they will be willing to obey your orders." ”

"Are you so sure those people will suffer?" Hurva asked hesitantly, "You don't know much about those villagers, or you don't know how powerful they are." ”

"But I know that the Ottomans will not rest on their laurels, as you said, and once the Ottomans do decide to deal with the villagers, they will certainly not be able to deal with them in their current state."

When Alexander thought about the Ottoman domination of the Balkans over the long years, he felt that it had only just begun.

A neighing of horses came from the thick woods, but it seemed to be stopped at once, and then nothing else could be heard in the woods except the gust of wind.

A group of Ottoman cavalry walked cautiously along the forest path, and the hooves of the horses made a muffled sound on the dry and hard ground, but soon disappeared as if swallowed up by the oppressive woods around them, a scene that made the already cautious Ottomans even more cautious.

The team walked along the rough road in the jungle, and although the leaves had fallen in winter, the dense branches still blocked most of the sunlight, making the woods look very dark and cold.

A hanging of shiny ice skewers hung upside down on the dry branches, and as the figures of the group below passed by, the vague shadows of the people were reflected, until a sudden tremor of wild birds shook the branches in the depths of the woods, and the ice hangings immediately broke and fell to the ground.

The Ottoman soldiers instantly became like a great enemy, the front man clutched the hilt of his sword at his waist, and his eyes were vigilant in the dark forest, while the soldiers in the back quickly formed two lines of defense to protect the middle few rutted carriages in the middle.

These soldiers knew that their mission was important, and it was because of this that they did not dare to take it lightly, because if something went wrong, the most severe punishment awaited them.

The woods sounded quiet, except for the birds that had just been startled, except for the strange whistling of the wind blowing through the branches.

The Ottomans did not let their guard down because of this calm, they stayed where they were and did not move on, but cautiously sent a few men to explore the depths of the woods.

The scout carefully used his scimitar to pick at the bushes, the cold tip creaking against the frozen and brittle branches until the blade touched something.

The scout didn't have time to make a sound, for the ambusher, who was almost standing close to him, stabbed his dagger into his open mouth, and just as the bloody scout fell backwards, a bolt of crossbow bolts came from the woods towards the Ottomans on the road!

The first Ottoman in the group to be shot did not have a chance to make a sound, but his companions, who were also attacked, finally cried out in pain because of the arrow.

The echo of the first round of crossbow bolts piercing the air had not yet completely subsided, and the second round had followed, accompanied by screams of figures that flashed out of the shadows of the woods at the same time.

An Ottoman cavalryman saw a figure behind the bushes in front of him and immediately raised the knife in his hand, but what he didn't expect was that the other party did not meet the knife he raised, and as the bushes shook suddenly, the figure suddenly rushed towards his war horse, and before the Ottomans could react, with a terrible scream, the chest of the war horse had been pierced with a spear cut from a tree branch!

The Ottoman threw off his horse, and before he could stand up and swayed with a few figures, he was horrified to see several men rushing out from behind the bushes, with all sorts of strange weapons in their hands, but no matter how rudimentary they were, they were not even weapons at all, and the screams of the Ottomans rang out in the woods as the hoes, pitchforks, and flails fell on him.

The woods were full of attackers, and the enemies who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dressed in tattered clothes and armed with even more tattered weapons, but they were not afraid to rush towards the Ottomans on the road from all directions, and when someone was cut down with a scimitar, the people behind immediately rushed up with a muffled voice, and some took advantage of the opportunity of their companions being stabbed with spears to crowd up and slash at the Ottomans who did not have time to draw their spears.

For a time the woods were full of figures, shouts and screams, and the Ottoman ranks were thrown into confusion by these sudden attackers.

"Kill these infidels!"

A large man with gray hair roared loudly, and a scar on his bare head that ruined most of his face, leaving a terrible wound that had been turned up, making it wonder how he had survived.

Dahan had a heavy sword in his hand, he was one of the few people who had a weapon in his hand, and he was obviously the most powerful of them.

Just as the big man shouted, a man beside him who couldn't stop wielding a straw fork in his hand and dressed as a farmer suddenly shouted and knocked him hard from behind, and the big man was knocked to the side, and at the same time, a dull gunshot suddenly rang out from the Ottoman ranks!

The big man who fell to the ground seemed to feel that his ears were suddenly pierced by countless needles, and he could not hear his own screams, only the deafening sound of the unstoppable roar of muskets that seemed to be close in front of him, and he saw that the chest of his companion who had pushed him to the chest spurted out of the blood, and at the same time his companions who were rushing towards the Ottomans also fell to the ground in the sound of gunfire.

The wagons, which had been heavily guarded, had lifted a closed curtain, and instead of the valuable goods they had heard of the Ottomans were preparing to transport to the south, there were groups of Ottoman recruits who were heavily armed and firing with muskets in their hands.

The attackers who were rushing towards the enemy were suddenly met head-on, some of them were directly beaten to the ground by muskets, and some were slashed to the ground with knives and guns after being hit, screaming and struggling!

"Fooled ......"

The thought came to the big man's mind, but he knew it was too late, and he saw that under the cover of the new muskets on the wagons, the Ottomans armed with scimitars were already rushing towards the enemy, who had been beaten by the surprise attack, and several of the Ottomans who were close to him had already raised their terrible scimitars in their hands.

"Bang bang" gunshots rang out again, but this time it was the Ottomans who fell.

At the same time, with the sound of horses' hooves, there seemed to be a sudden roar like an earthquake in the woods.

"It's the worst group of people I've ever seen."

Riding in the woods and watching the scene on the road, little Cacho muttered, he turned his head to look at Gompati, who was speechless, thought for a moment and asked, "Captain, do we really want to save these people?" ”

"This is your lord's order," Gompati frowned slightly as he looked at the men who rushed towards the group of Ottomans, there were not many Ottomans, and there were many Bosnians besieging them, but those Bosnians, although fierce and brave, were clearly no match for the disciplined new Ottoman army, and before they could attack, a large number of locals dressed as farmers had fallen on the ground, "We have to save them." ”

With Gompati's words, he saw that the first Bohemian cavalry to charge into the ranks of the enemy from behind had already swung his saber at the nearest Ottoman.

"Go back to little Cacho first," Gompati instructed the scout, "and tell your lord that he will soon have a very good group of soldiers." ”